I have been having a hard time existing lately.. It sucks to get up, it sucks to move, it sucks to breathe.. I'm tired, and the only thing keeping me going is my boys.. And honestly, that's barely...
I know I am in control of my own decisions, and need to own up to my responsibilities and wear the consequences of my action, but every once in a while, I throw myself a pity party.. And it seems I'm due one pretty soon.
I had a pretty good support group when I lived in Virginia, but since moving here in July it's been so lonely. No friends, no family, no fun. I only pray for strength, understanding, compassion, and a winning lottery ticket won't hurt....